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Zhao Nantian checked the documents and nodded at Liu Feng. The deal was complete. Ye Yiming stood up, ready to leave.
"Stop."
Suddenly, Liu Feng called out sharply.
Ye Yiming halted in his tracks and asked without turning around, "Young Master Liu, is there anything else?"
"Mr. Ye, you haven't finished your drink yet!" Liu Feng picked up his glass and slammed it back down on the table.
Ye Yiming sneered, "Young Master Liu, I doubt you called me over just for a drink!"
"Haha..." Liu Feng downed the contents of his glass in one gulp and said, "Mr. Ye, since you are a smart man, you should know that you can't take what doesn't belong to you."
"That's true, but I haven't taken anything that isn't mine."
"You..."
Ye Yiming's nonchalant remark nearly infuriated Liu Feng. Controlling his anger, Liu Feng chuckled coldly, "Mr. Ye, you made eight billion off me with just a piece of paper. Do you really think that money belongs to you?"
"Oh! I see now. Young Master Liu is reluctant to part with eight billion!" Ye Yiming mocked. "What a pity! That eight billion was earned through my own efforts; it rightfully belongs to me!"
"Bang!" Liu Feng slammed his palm on the table and shouted at Ye Yiming, "You think you can walk out of this estate without leaving behind eight billion?"
"Then let's give it a try," Ye Yiming replied with a light laugh, clearly not intimidated by Liu Feng.
Liu Feng's fury boiled over as he grabbed his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Get over here!" After calling for help, he sneered repeatedly, "Ye Yiming, since you want to test things out, go ahead and try!"
Ye Yiming shook his head, his eyes filled with a look of disbelief.
Minutes passed, and not a single person rushed into the private room.
Ye Yiming teased, “Young Master Liu, what kind of mess are you making?”
Liu Feng was beside himself with frustration and shouted into the intercom, “Damn it! Where are you all?”
“Where is everyone?”
“What kind of nonsense is this?”
Silence echoed from the other end of the intercom.
Fuming, Liu Feng pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Hello! What are you all doing?”
“I need those people!”
“Where are they?”
Liu Feng shouted in exasperation.
“Damn it!”
A furious voice came from the other end of the line. “Liu, have you had too much fake liquor? You actually want us to go after Brother Hu’s boss?”
Brother Hu’s boss?
Liu Feng was momentarily stunned before he yelled back, “Are you out of your mind?”
“Liu, you’re the one who’s crazy!”
“Mr. Niu Gang is Brother Hu’s boss!”
The man on the other end berated Liu Feng before hanging up abruptly.
Niu Gang is the boss!
He was actually the infamous Third Master from Nan Feng back in the day!
Liu Feng clutched his phone tightly, his expression one of disbelief.
Ye Yiming watched Liu Feng’s astonishment, exchanged a glance with Niu Gang, and then scoffed, “In Nan Feng, playing tricks like this? Mr. Niu is your ancestor, Liu Feng!”
"Hahaha."
Niu Gang laughed unabashedly.
"You..."
Liu Feng gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could tear Ye Yiming to shreds.
Ye Yiming glanced at the furious Liu Feng and provocatively said, "Liu Feng, I know you can't bear to part with that eight hundred million. How about this?"
"If you bow a few times in front of me, maybe I'll be in a good mood and generously give you a few bucks."
"Ye Yiming..."
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